[center][h1][color=007236] Ian Kendrickson[/color] [/h1][/center]
[center][h2][color=007236] Route 2[/color] [/h2][/center]
[@Sho Minazuki][@EWillden][@Savo]


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Wallet:50 Pokedollars
2 Apples (1 after this post)
5 Potions
5 Pokeballs
4 bags of Pokemon food (2 specific to ice types) (3 after this post)
3 bottles of water
4 bags of assorted Potato Chips
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Ian looked at the newcomer skeptically, he still wasn't used to just how sociable just about everyone he had met so far was. Most of the old folks in Agate seemed to keep to themselves and the people in Pyrite? He avoided them at all costs, he had heard plenty of stories of things that had happened there before. Here though...it all seemed much more genuine than he was accustomed to, not that he was complaining. 

[color=007236]"Hi."[/color] Ian said with a wave, he stood up and packed his things back up as the group was going to be moving pretty soon. Ian hoped he could catch a second pokemon at the ruins they were apparently headed for. With Sneasel's typing ghost types would probably be manageable. That said, the ground types in the desert on the way to Dune town would probably be pretty easy to handle as well. 

As Ian stood up, Sneasel awoke with a lazy yawn. She approached the new trainer and gave him a quick sniff before strolling back to Ian and giving him a nod. [color=007236]"What?"[/color] He asked his Pokemon. In response she simply nodded again, he took this as a sign that this newcomer could be trusted. While he didn't really know how good her judge of character was, he knew it was probably better than his. Pokemon seemed to have a sixth sense of these things.